or t'arin up do flo'。
Den it's ho my Riley！ Come a siftin' up ter me！ En it's hi my rinktum！ Dis do way tor twis' yo' knee！
Hi my rinktum！ Ain't do eas' gittin' red？ Do squinch owl shiver like he wanter go ter bed； Ho my Riley！ but do gals en do boys； Des now gittin' so doy kin sorter make a noise。 Hi my rinktum！ lot do yallor gal lone； Niggors don't hankerarter sody in do pone。 Den it's hi my rinktum！ Better try anudder plan； An' it's ho my Riley！ Trot out Miss Dilsey Ann！
Ho my Riley！ In do happy Chrismus' time Do niggers shake der cloze a huntin' for a dime。 Hi my rinktum！ En den dey shake der feet； En greaze derse'f wid de good ham meat。 Ho my Riley！ dey oat en dey cram； En bimoby ole Miss 'll be a sendin' out de dram。 Don it's ho my Riley！ You hear dat； Sam！ En it's hi my rinktum！ Be a sendin' out do dram！
VI PLANTATION PLAY…SONG （PUTNAM COUNTY…1856。）
HIT'S a gittin' mighty late； w'en de Guinny…hins squall； En you better dance now； of you gwineter dance a tall； Fer by dis time tor…morrer night you can't hardly crawl； Kaze youil hatter take de hoe ag'in en likewise do inaul… Don't you hear dat bay colt a kickin' in his stall？ Stop yo' humpin' up…yo' sho'lders do！ Dat'll never do！ Hop light； ladies； Oh； Miss Loo！ Hit takes a heap er scrougin' For ter git you thoo… Hop light； ladies； Oh； Miss Loo！
Ef you niggers don't watch； you'll sing anudder chune； Fer De sun'll rise'n ketch you ef you don't be mighty soon； En de stars is gittin' paler； en de ole gray coon Is a settin' inde grape…vine a watchin' fer do moon。 W'en a feller comes a knockin' Des holler…Oh； shoo！ Hoplight； ladies； Oh； Miss Loo！ Oh； swing dat yaller gal！ Do； boys； do！ Hoplight； ladies； Oh； Miss Loo！
Oh； tu'n me loose！ Lemme 'lone！ Go way； now！ W'at you speck I come a dancin' fer of I dunno how？ Deze do ve'y kinder footses w'at kicks up a row； Can't you jump inter do middle en make yo' gal a bow？ Look at dat merlatter man A follerin' up Sue； Hoplight； ladies； Oh； Miss Loo！ De boys ain't a gwine W'en you cry boo hoo… Hop light； ladies； Oh； Miss Loo！
VII TRANSCRIPTIONS *1
1。 A PLANTATION CHANT
Hrr's eighteen hunder'd forty…en…fo'； Christ done open dat He'v'mly do'… An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer； Hit's eighteen hunder'd forty…en…five； Christ done made dat dead man alive… An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer。 You ax me ter run home； Little childun… Run home； dat sun done roll… An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer。
Hit's eighteen hunder'd forty…en…six； Christ is got us a place done fix… An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer； Hit's eighteen hunder'd forty…en…sev'm Christ done sot a table in Hev'm An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer。
You ax me ter run home； Little childun Run home； dat sun done roll… An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer。
Hit's eighteen hunder'd foiiy…en…eight； Christ done make dat crooked way straight… An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer； Hit's eighteen hunder'd forty…en…nine； Christ done tu'n dat water inter wine… An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer。 You ax me ter run home； Little childun… Run home； dat sun done roll… An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer。
Hit's eighteen hunder'd forty…en…ten； Christ is do mo'ner's onliest fr'en'… An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer； Hit's eighteen hunder'd forty…en…lev'm； Christ'll be at do do' w'en we all git ter Hev'm… An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer。 You ax me tor run home； Little childun… Run home； dat sun done roll… An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer。
*1 If these are adaptations from songs the negroes have caught from the whites； their origin is very remote。 I have transcrihed them literally； and I regard them as in the highest degree characteristic。
2。A PLANTION SERENADE
DE ole bee make de honey…comb； De young bee make de honey； De niggers make de cotton en co'n； En de w'ite folks gits de money。
De raccoon he's a cu'us man； He never walk twel dark； En nuthin' never 'sturbs his mine； Twel he hear ole Bringer bark。
De raccoon totes a bushy tail； De 'possum totes no ha'r； Mr。 Rabbit； ho come skippin' by； Ho ain't got none ter spar'。
Monday mornin' break or day； W'ite folks got me gwine； But Sat'dy night； w'en do sun goes down； Dat yaller gal's in my mine。
Fifteen poun' or meat a week； W'isky for ter sell； Oh； how can a young man stay at home； Dem gals dey look so well？
Met a 'possum in de road… Bre' 'Possum； whar you gwine？ I thank my stars； I bless my life； I'm a huntin' for do muscadine。
VIII THE BIG BETHEL CHURCH
DE Big Bethel chu'ch！ do Big Bethel chu'ch！ Done put ole Satun bohine urn； Ef a sinner git loose fum enny udder chu'ch； De Big Bethel chu'ch will fine urn！
Hit's good tor be doro； en it's sweet ter be dero； Wid de sisterin' all aroun' you… A shakin' dem shackles or mussy en' love Wharwid do Lord is boun' you。
Hit's sweet tor be dere on lisson tor de hymos； En hear dem mo'ners a shoutin'… Dey done reach de place whar der ain't no room Fer enny mo' weopin' en doubtin'。
Hit's good ter be dere w'en de sinners all jine Wid de bruddorin in dere singin'； En it look like Gabori gwine ter rack up en blow En set dem heav'm bells tor ringin'！
Oh； de Big Bethel chu'ch！ de Big Bethel chu'ch； Done put olo Satun behine am； Ef a sinner git loose fum enny udder chu'ch De Big Bethel chu'ch will fine urn！
IX TIME GOES BY TURNS
DAR'S a pow'ful rassle 'twix de Good en de Bad； En de Bad's got de all…under holt； En w'en de wuss come； she come i'on…clad； En you hatter hole yo' brof for de jolt。
But des todos de las' Good gits de knee…lock； En dey draps ter de groun'…ker flop！ Good had de inturn； en he stan' like a rock； En he bleodzd for ter be on top。
De dry woddor breaks wid a big thunder…clap； For dey ain't no drout' w'at kin las'； But de seasons w'at whoops up de cotton crap； Likewise dey freshens up de grass。
De rain fall so saf' in de long dark night； Twel you hatter hole yo' han' for a sign； But de drizzle w'at sets de tater…slips right Is de makin' or de May…pop vine。
In de mellerest groun' de clay root'll ketch En hole ter de tongue or de plow； En a pine…pole gate at de gyardin…patch Never'll keep out de ole brindle cow。
One en all on us knows who's a pullin' at do bits Like de lead…mule dat g'ides by de rein； En yit； somehow or nudder； de bestest un us gits Mighty sick or de tuggin' at de chain。
Hump yo'se'f ter de load en fergit de distress； En dem w'at stan's by ter scoff； For de harder de pullin'； de longer de res'； En de bigger de feed in de troff。
A STORY OF THE WAR
WHEN Miss Theodosia Huntingdon； of Burlington； Vermont； concluded to come South in 1870； she was moved by three considerations。 In the first place； her brother； John Huntingdon； had become a citizen of Georgia…having astonished his acquaintances by marrying a young lady； the male members of whose family had achieved considerable distinction in the Confederate army； in the second place； she was anxious to explore a region which she almost unconsciously pictured to herself as remote and semi…barbarous； and； in the third place； her friends had persuaded her that to some extent she was an invalid。 It was in vain that she argued with herself as to the propriety of undertaking the journey alone and unprotected； and she finally put an end to inward and outward doubts by informing herself and her friends； including John Huntingdon； her brother； who was practicing law in Atlanta； that she had decided to visit the South。
When； therefore； on the 12th of October； 1870…the date is duly recorded in one of Miss Theodosia's letters…she alighted from the cars in Atlanta； in the midst of a great crowd； she fully expected to find her brother waiting to receive her。 The bells of several locomotives were ringing； a number of trains were moving in and out； and the porters and baggage…men were screaming and bawling to such an extent that for several moments Miss Huntingdon was considerably confused； so much so that she paused in the hope that her brother would suddenly appear and rescue her from the smoke； and dust； and din。 At that moment some one touched her on the arm； and she heard a strong； half…confident； half…apologetic voice exclaim：
〃Ain't dish yer Miss Doshy？〃
Turning； Miss Theodosia saw at her side a tall； gray…haired negro。 Elaborating the incident afterward to her friends； she was pleased to say that the appearance of the old man was somewhat picturesque。 He stood towering above her； his hat in one hand； a carriage…whip in the other； and an expectant smile lighting up his rugged face。 She remembered a name her brother had often used in his letters； and； with a woman's tact； she held out her hand； and said：
〃Is this Uncle Remus？〃
〃Law； Miss Doshy！ how you know de ole nigger？ I know'd you by de faver； but how you know me？〃 And then； without waiting for a reply： 〃Miss Sally； she sick in bed； en Mars John； he bleedzd ter go in de country； en dey tuck'n sont me。 I know'd you de minnit I laid eyes on you。 Time I seed you； I say ter myse'f； 'I lay dar's Miss Doshy；' en； sho nuff； dar you wuz。 You ain't gun up yo' checks； is you？ Kaze I'll git de trunk sont up by de 'spress waggin。〃
The next moment Uncle Remus was elbowing his way unceremoniously through the crowd； and in a very short time； seated in the carriage driven by the old man； Miss Huntingdon was whirling through the streets of Atlanta in the direcfion of her brother's home。 She took advantage of the opportunity to study the old negro's face closely； her natural curiosity considerably sharpened by a knowledge of the fact that Uncle Remus had played an important part in her brother's history。 The result of her observation must have been satisfactory； for presently she laughed； and said：
〃Uncle Remus； you haven't told me how you knew me in that great crowd。〃
The old man chuckled； and gave the horses a gentle rap with the whip。
〃Who？ Me！ I know'd you by de faver。 Dat boy er Mars John's is de ve'y spit en immij un you。 I'd a know'd you in New 'Leens； let lone down dar in de kyar…shed。〃
This was Miss Theodosia's introduction to Uncle Remus。 One Sunday afternoon； a few weeks after her arrival； the family were assembled in the piazza enjoying the mild weather。 Mr。 Huntingdon was reading a newspaper；